my minds ecstatic just by the thought of you
taste buds explode
at the mere thought of having you
under my tongue
tasting so divine
and melting in the heat of my mouth
I make you last as long as possible
a rare treat
I love the ooey-gooey mess you make
then finally you are done
I love you dear
my chocolate bar
sorry you had to be eaten
what do you think this is really about?
Comments
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i want to be eated
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not allowed you are not my chocolate bar
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